Sunday, January 20, 2013

On the 18th of
January 2003 an out of control bushfire that had been burning for a week hit
the outer suburbs of my hometown, Canberra, Australia's capital city. Ten hours
after it reached the suburb of Duffy, four people had died and 500 homes were
lost or severely damaged. The smoke and red haze was visible over the entire
city.

I lived on the other side
of town, the high temperatures that had lasted all week drove me to seek solace
in a late Saturday afternoon nap with all the curtains drawn. When I woke up
and opened them the sky was a livid red and charred leaves littered the ground.

When
the fires hit Canberra in 2003, I was living in the Inner North, in the days
immediately after 18th January we were all on high alert to evacuate, but
thankfully were spared the devastation others suffered.

What I
remember most is my big sister calling me that night. She worked at Centrelink
and told me she was going in on Sunday as part of the emergency response to
make sure those who lost their homes and possessions had financial support to
get them over the first weeks. She asked me to look after her six year old son
and three year old daughter. I’ve always loved spending time with the kids so
it was no hardship, I packed my own evacuation kit—photo albums, insurance
papers and a few changes of clothes—and closed my door.

I
remember that it was so very hot outside and the skies full of smoke. I kept
the little kids inside, the air wasn’t good to breathe and we spent the day
jumping in and out of the shower in our swimmers. I am glad to say that they
just thought it was silly aunt Hez playing a game with them.

To this
day I feel privileged my wonderful sister entrusted her precious children to me
and I am so proud of how she and so many others responded and helped out our
fellow Canberrans.

For the last
few weeks, 10 years on, temperatures have been high again. What surprised me
most was how jittery I felt as the thermometer hit 37 and 39 degrees and hot
winds picked up speed. I took the precaution of packing a change of clothes and
my evacuation kit.

I found that
the things in it were almost identical to the ones I packed 10 years ago:
insurance papers, the same photo albums plus a few additional ones and a thumb
drive, and my father’s watch. The things that I wanted to preserve 10
years ago are still the most precious things in my life.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

If you watched Disney’s version of The Jungle
Book and thought, “that kid would have been eaten by the end of the
first song” then Life of Pi is for you.

There are no jovial
bears with highly developed choreographic skills breaking into song and
although a Bengal tiger is a source of peril in both, Richard Parker is just
trying to stay alive. He is no Shere Khan, malevolently hunting an orphaned
child; when Richard Parker roars and lashes out, it is terrifying but he is
only acting according to his nature.